Manu Raghavan

The Dream

The wind was a torrent of darknessAnd the stars like a ribbon of a bright lightThrough terrace of a shady houseWhich shrilled deep in the woodsA drizzle of dew from the fog smoke whiteAn open window to which the night pressed tightWhich opened a view to the wide black skyLike the partner of the orange sunStood the moon which seemed so funIt all was beautiful as if in a dream landAlso like my trip to ScotlandFrom the deep sky a figure which ran came a visitor turning like a fanA strange object which I’d never seen beforeIt looked as if it was a rockI went down to check on my stock Which had my collections from my early twentiesI took my telescope to check it in outWhich I’d received when I was a scoutThe asteroid! the ateroid! I shouted in gayFor which I had tarried for way a long timeBut then something happened which I have to sayRound and round turned the worldThe whole night was mixing upThen a noise only heardA zebra knittingOn an armchair sittingIt all felt like an illusionAnd then a journey through a black holeI woke up with a thudIt was all a dream